Have you seen my pretty silver bullet?
As you probably know, I am dead...
Attached to her lifeline, she stirs
Through the night, still awake...
I'll sign a waiver for departure,
Write off my imaginary existence...
The Darkness That surrounds Me
The Darkness that I see can only mean one thing...
Standing here like a blank piece of paper allows...
Seeing into their thoughts as i compose my own...
Puppets Of A Cracked Society
Unknown is what i call myself being...
Standing silently above
Watching those below...
The eyes are gazing from every direction.
They keep me from moving i am petrified...
My heart breaks as you torture me to death, i see...
falling...
Poetry,
my one escape...
Whisked away by one sight
Lost once again this night...
Maybe it's symbolic that
I fell asleep caressing scissors...